Harry Potter, adopted son of Percy Jackson

:: 1 :: The beginning

A young boy ran out like a bat out of hell-
away as he was called to come back from an angered voice.

But he didn't want to. He never wanted to go back. They had told him to leave, so more incentive to keep his legs going as far as they would take him, as far away from the place he should have been able to call home. Even when they burned without the rest they needed.

It wasn't and would never be his home.

He was crying harshly when he found himself safely far away. His body ached from the beating he had been given, from the running, he was tired. His stomach growled along with a sharp pain to show he was starving he was used to that pain. He had the sudden thought to go back, but he shook his head. Pulling his hood up, an oversized holed hoodie he was given-more like forced to have from his cousin- he started walking.

Didn't know where he was or where he was going but, he felt that eventually he would find somewhere to wait at, before continuing on his way to find his own home. A new one, a better one.

Though, he didn't expect to come across a still open bakery in the middle of the night. It was warm and inviting-The boy shivered as the ice cold wind hit at his bare calves, with it the first bits of snow started falling upon the ground.

Shivering he walked in, and quickly to the public bathroom. He washed his hands in the sink as soon as he locked the door. He looked at the mirror, standing on a stool provided. He let his hood fall and looked at the damage done. He was bruised horribly, hand prints around his neck, and cheek. He was sure he had some more elsewhere. His big green eyes started to tear up as he realized he was bloody, a mess, he started to clean it off as gently as he could.  Wincing everytime the paper towel was used roughly-Ignoring the pain in his ribs, or his arms every time he moved. Ignoring the sting his cuts got from the water running over it.

Ignoring the painful throb as the thought no one would ever want him shot him painfully. The words of his Uncle-his supposed family echoing and making his ears ring.

A little sob got stuck in his throat as he paused over a particularly bad one. He blinked to get his cloudy eyes clear, but that only let fat little tears fall out of his eyes. They didn't stop once they fell. Just continued on in streams. He hiccuped when he finished cleaning up what he could. Glad his hoodie was a darker color.

Carefully he wiped his eyes as he tried to calm down. Taking deep breaths as he taught himself. He didn't need to go out crying. He took another deep breath. Looked in the mirror and again a painful throb in his chest made his lips wobble. Shaking his head he got off the stool and to the door pulling his hood up.

Looking out to check if anyone was watching, he quickly moved out of the bathroom, wincing when he bumped into someone who caught him before he could fall. His vision blurred as he looked up to find a concerned man staring down at him. His eyes had dark circles under them . His eyes dull even wiith how brightly colored they were, a sea green color that swirled while they stared into his own venom green ones. Watching with wariness as his hand came up, heart skipping a beat before relaxing as it just went through his own messy black wavy hair.

"You okay?" His voice, for some reason soothed him a little. It seemed familiar in a way-but he knows he's never heard it before. It was a young voice but it seemed aged too.

Nodding slightly, he responded quietly as he looked at the ground. "I'm okay." Stepping away while trying not to fidget. He was a little scared if he was to be honest. Only because the situation was so odd-new to him.

He raised a brow and knelt till their eyes met on the same level. "No you're not." He said knowingly, even if the boy tried to hide the pain-the bruises with the hoodie that was bigger than the child. His eyes softened as he grabbed his tiny hand in his own gently so as not to scare the kid. Leading him to a table. "Stay here a second." He walked over to the counter, there he asked for a first aid kit and some food, kindly the older lady behind the counter smiled and gave him a whole plate along with the kit with a knowing glance towards the boy as well. After a small conversation with her-to call the police, he turned around. Coming back, he smiled at the kid again trying to set a lighter tone. Setting the food down, pushing it towards him as he sat next to the child.

"It's alright, this might hurt a bit okay? Just a sting to clean the cuts, is that okay?" He asks as he takes some peroxide with some gauze from the first aid kit. The boy nodded his head and let the older boy take his arm to clean it. Wincing every time it did sting but he didn't say a word. "No kid should go through this..." he said, but as a whisper, his own memories came back from an awful time in his own childhood. Though he still heard it and didn't comment. He smiled up at the young child as he put a bandaid over some small cut finishing up what he could.. "I'm Percy Jackson. What's your name kid?"

The boy watched him lean back and had a mini war to himself as to if he should talk to him before he decided to heck with it. He was nicer than anyone had ever been to him. "I'm...I-I'm Harry." He stuttered, blush coming to his cheeks. "Harry Potter." He finished much more clearer once he overcame his embarrassment.

Percy smiled at him and handed him a muffin. Noticing he hadn't touched anything on the plate. "Well, Harry. Where are your parents?" He prodded softly.

Harry looked at the muffin with a frown then back up with cautious eyes. He nibbled on the muffin, happy he was getting some food in. He was starving-he hoped he didn't throw this up later. "They died when I was little." His voice was slightly muffled by the food he found himself eating bigger and bigger bites as the taste was to good to pass up.

"Who do you live with then?" Percy asked, brows meeting together in confusion-his own ideas forming in his head.

Swallow his food he looked up. "I lived with my Aunt and Uncle. My cousin too. But they threw me out..." He responded and looked to the ground in sad dejection as the pain in his chest came back-it was more painful then the bruises on his body.

An intake of breath and he looked up to see Percy with wet eyes. "Did they do this?" He asked nearly to quiet to hear. But he heard him. Harry nodded slowly still watching, a little confused. A tear rolled down Percy's face, but he wiped it away quickly. Harry realized he was sad, for him.

Percy knew what it was like- being abused at least. A lot of things came to his mind as he thought of what would happen from here-the police would come and a investigation would go into Harry's home life-and then foster care. Adoption possibly-but still being alone. Percy remembers what other kids at camp had said about foster care-then he thought...why can't he? He could take the boy....but was he ready? Would he even be a good guardian for the boy? But when he looked in those eyes-he knew he had to at least try. For Harry.

His lips moved before he could even process what his plan was."How...How about you come live with me?" He hid his own shock from the child as he sat there and watched Harry reaction.

Harry's eyes studied him, the man looked tired and worn-like he hadn't been able to sleep. But his eyes were kind as he watched him, he-he felt comfortable-he blinked as he realized he could trust this man, a bit young sure, but he felt he could trust him. His insides didn't twist in fear of him but he felt warm at the offer-warmer then he ever had been. Since the moment he caught him gently when they bumped into each other only moments ago. Slowly, Harry started to nod.

Smiling brightly, making Harry start to smile in return. "Alright, it's settled then."

With that, Harry's life changed for the better.

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A abit more info, a bit more details.

Hope you enjoyed.

-Neko